IC contact. Drift Fleet.

[edwinjarvis]

 

 

Hello, this is Edwin Jarvis; I'm unable to answer the phone at the moment, but leave a message and I assure you I will respond as soon as possible.

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[edwinjarvis]

[Thank god, because he kept getting this imagine of him chattering like a dolphin.]

Sound, smell, and temperature... interesting.

You've quite the gift, Mr. Murdock.

...

Have you found anything strange here with your senses, aboard the fleet?

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[echovocation]

[Gift...Stick always called it that too. Usually along with some guilt-tripping about using it correctly.
It's actually kind of nice getting to talk about this stuff without having to be defensive about it.]

About every day. Never been in space, so the vacuum beyond the ship hulls is pretty terrifying. And there are plenty of uh, non-human people without heartbeats, odd scents, things like that. [At least those cannibals stink like old blood so Matt can smell them coming from a mile away, because those fuckers are stealthy.]

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[edwinjarvis]

Goodness, that does sound particularly terrifying.

[He practically puts a hand over his heart at the thought. What a loser.]

You must feel especially out of your element.

... Though I suppose we all are, save for the space-faring crew members...

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[echovocation]

[Jarvis, that's...oddly sweet, actually, even if it's kinda lame]

You get used to it. The quiet's actually helping me single out specific sounds. [Is he going to get all defensive if Matt tells him this? ...well whatever, he'll do it anyway and if he gets weirded out that his problem.] I can tell the difference between crewmates because of the sounds of their heartbeats, thanks to that. And I can tell when there's something wrong with the engines.

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[edwinjarvis]

[He looks impressed, actually.]

It's incredible to think people are so varied, that you can tell them apart in so many ways...

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[echovocation]

You think? [Matt shrugs.] You're close with Howard, right? Do you think you could tell him apart from other people in a room with your eyes closed?

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[edwinjarvis]

I wouldn't need to be in the same room to tell, the moment he opened his mustached mouth.

[SICK BURN]

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[echovocation]

[lmao you guys are such best friends] Yeah, he's got a colorful personality all right.

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[edwinjarvis]

That's the way of a Stark, I've noticed.

[They are best buddies for life.]

I owe Mr. Stark a great deal, however, so I suppose I can tolerate whatever his personality has to offer.

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[echovocation]

[definitely best friends] Hmm. Maybe you'd be interested in helping me out, then. A while ago he came to me looking for information about Tony.

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[edwinjarvis]

... Oh, goodness... I suppose I'm not surprised.

[Howard surely had been just as anxious as he was, at learning about the Avengers and Tony Stark. He had not dug too deeply, other than being aware of a few key points, but Mr. Stark was a very nosy person as it was...]

What do you need help with, though?

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[echovocation]

Do you know anything about any of them? The other Avengers, I mean. Likes, dislikes, anything that might help me introduce myself without making it too clumsy.

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[edwinjarvis]

... Unfortunately, I'm very much dead by the time the Avengers actually — assemble. But! I do know Miss Romanoff and Mr. Rogers very well thanks to living among them here. Or have you already made their acquaintance, at this point?